Elaine of Artharia
Reaching the glass box, the girl let her fingers glide along the smooth letters chiseled into the golden rim.
“The Magicae Book.” It was a breath on Andrew’s lips, falling against her cheek so differently than the stinking guard. It was sweet and low, as if the word was magic itself.
Elaine tried to lift the lid, but it didn’t budge. Words trailed along the sides of the glass, the metal seeming to shine against the pain. Reading quickly, she breathed. “A riddle. It opens with a riddle.”
Andrew chewed his lip, reading the words from over her shoulder aloud in a hushed tone. “Don’t push her too far, or you may find your adventures to be through. But on the draw, the stroke, the streak, the lad
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